Track 8 of the album The Slow Bloom · 2021
Ink Still Wet, Postmarked Home
by Odalys Fern
“I wrote you on a small square page with the lamp low. The ink is still wet in this one.”
ambient · epistolary ambient · hushed folk · 2:59
Lyrics
I wrote you on a small square page The lamp was low, the street was grey My hand was slow, the ink was blue Every line was close to you Ink still wet, I send it home Words I fold so I'm not alone Carry it soft across the sea Tell them I am thinking of thee The kettle hums, the window shines Far from the hills and the washing lines I wrote about the rain tonight I wrote that I am doing fine Ink still wet, I send it home Words I fold so I'm not alone Carry it soft across the sea Tell them I am thinking of thee Fold it once and fold it twice Press the corner down Little stamp, a tiny door Into my old town Ink still wet, I send it home Words I fold so I'm not alone Carry it soft across the sea Tell them I am thinking of thee Ink still wet, ink still wet Home is a letter I haven't sent yet